4.98
Harted Adoulin
Apr 10, 2020
Nov 27, 2016(9y)
Nov 27, 2026(91d)
Combat
Kills4,276
Losses287
Efficiency94%
ISK
Destroyed8.28t
Lost32.40b
ISK Eff.100%
Solo
Solo Kills37
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows372
Points4,276
Other
NPC Losses19
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day1.20
ActivityInactive
Gallente
Intaki
4.98
Harted Adoulin
Last Active
Apr 10, 2020
Birthday
Nov 27, 2016 (9 years old)
Next Birthday
Nov 27, 2026 (91 days)
Combat
Kills4,276
Losses287
Efficiency94%
Danger Ratio93%
ISK
Destroyed8.28t
Lost32.40b
ISK Efficiency100%
Balance+8.24t
Solo
Solo Kills37
Solo Ratio1%
Final Blows372
Points4,276
Other
NPC Losses19
NPC Loss Ratio7%
Avg Kills/Day1.20
ActivityInactive
Nothing in the last 7d
Bio
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas
Me docking
Even in the heart of heaven, angels can still feel fear.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas
Me docking
Even in the heart of heaven, angels can still feel fear.
Dashboard
Stats
No activity in the last 90d
Last seen Apr 2020
Intel Profile
PlaystyleSolo (0 kills)
Avg Fleet: -